I want to live in the moment but I am beginning to fear that it is impossible. I find that moments are hard to understand, which leaves me with so many questions for them.

Can one ever truly be present, undistracted, deep within the moment? To appreciate it, don't you have to step back and remove yourself from it to understand why it is special? How can you stay at the surface when you can see the potential depth? Perhaps it is just the water rippling.

Will the memories be so potent, or will they be more perfect than the moment? There is no tension in the reflection, ideal, but not real. But why do we overthink? Is it fair to say that the pressure is created by possibility, that by recognizing what the moment could be, we create stress surrounding what already exists? Why do we even believe in perfect? Or do we not truly, but rather find comfort in the concept by pointing to it to keep our way? Does it frighten us that our hands cannot hold onto the experience? That time, no matter how ideal, will pass; it cannot be taken hostage, a slave to no eyes, no heart, no camera; capture the light if you will, but it is always on film that will fade.

Does hope help or harm the moment? It is important to ask, for a good moment can seem fair with great expectations. It is natural, I assume, to recognize the opportunity for a special moment as you see it approaching, but does it become contrived if you acknowledge it in advance, hence detracting from the authenticity that made it seem unique? But then how do we know when to settle or strive, how far apart are being "content" and being "happy". We like to pretend that they are close friends for our conscious convenience, but are they actually enemies?

These are the questions that haunt me. I find myself layers deep within my mind, digging for understanding, wanting so desperately to make the most of my moments that I end up missing them altogether.

Life is a balance of storyliving and storytelling, creating moments and then capturing them, searching for and sharing memories. Sometimes you need to live a great story in order to tell a great story, and when I found myself sailing around the Croatian coast filming a movie on a yacht I knew I had been handed my great story, and now is the time to tell it.

After almost a year of rest I woke up my passport and caught a redeye flight from NYC to Split, and met up with the social media manager of The Yacht Week, my good friend, Rob Berry. He introduced me to my Swedish film crew with whom I would be working with to shoot a 90-second commercial; our job was to capture fantasy and prove that it could be a reality. We were an assembled team of creatives: filmmakers, photographers, content creators, all brought together on a 57 foot boat to bring visions to life.

To sell the dream we had to live the dream, and so our days were spent sailing in the sun, hopping from island to island, exploring white walled port towns, riding scooters through the mountains, tanning by the mast and floating in the sea to cool off. Our nights were spent in good conversation, laughing over candlelit dinners, absorbing the ambiences of hidden paradises, engaging in philosophical stargazed conversation, or, on our more vigorous evenings, we would venture to private parties for music and drinks. It seemed that we had the perfect story to tell, but what would be the perfect way to tell it? What exactly was our story really about?

The views? The paintings that we were sailing through? No, those were all too perfect. The parties? The dancing on tables, turning castles into clubs, slow-motion fist bumping, the movement, the tension, the no sleep-spastic energy that kept you going? Hectic, for sure, but that wasn't our purpose.

Then it hit us, it was obvious: the people. Our story is about the people. It is always about the people. Its about the faces that you see that you've never seen before. Its about the laughs that make you laugh, the smiles that make you smile, the eyes that show you their souls, its about becoming a part of new lives and adding to your own. What really matters is escaping with strangers and finding yourself by getting lost. There is nothing more important than being: being crazy, being young, being free, being happy, being you, being there, in that moment, in every moment! Its about holding nothing back and having no regrets, its about living the dream, no, living your dream. It is not the views in front of you it is the people taking pictures beside you that you will remember. Its not the parties its the people who move you, and move with you that are special. The ones who make it real are the proof that these feelings are possible.

So, that is what we did down in Croatia, we turned moments into memories and made a movie out of it. We had the time of our lives to try and inspire the time of your lives, and all you really need is a week, but not just any week, The Yacht Week.